"He is a very handsome man," the Queen went on, looking off into space, "perhaps you're right."
"He is just outside," said Dynamon rising. "Let me bring him in to you."
Before the little Queen could say anything more, Dynamon walked briskly out to the mouth of the cave and hailed Mortoch.
"I remember hearing you say," he said, as the Chief Decurion came up to him, "that you wouldn't mind staying here with Queen Diana. Well, it seems that you are to have your wish. The Queen is determined to marry one of us, and right at this moment, she is inclining toward you as a husband. I think it's a fine idea."
Mortoch turned startled eyes on the centurion. Then he began to grin.
"Is that a command?" he asked.
"It is," Dynamon replied.
"I could do lots worse," said Mortoch, "although I'm liable to get homesick now and then."
"Don't forget," said Dynamon, "you'll be King of Saturn, or at least, of this part of Saturn. Go on inside, now, she's waiting for you."
Not long afterwards, Queen Diana, her eyes shining, appeared at the entrance to her cave. Her hand rested lightly on Mortoch's arm, and she announced to her people that at last she was taking a husband and giving the Nether World of Saturn, a King. As cheer after cheer went up from the bearded Saturnians, Dynamon bent over the Queen's hand and kissed it. He, then, received gracious permission to take away as much tridium as he needed.